Fang Xiu closed the shop as soon as it got dark, and after washing up, she and her son sat on the bed to play.
"Taotao, look, this is an apple," Fang Xiu said, holding half an apple, ready for her son to bite into.
"Say it with mom, apple," Fang Xiu taught her son slowly.
However, Jingtao did not speak. He was quietly looking at the apple in his mother's hand.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to say it?" Fang Xiu asked, looking at her son.
Jingtao glanced at his mom and then at the apple, but he remained silent.
"Alright, tell mom, what's been troubling little Taotao today?" Fang Xiu gently asked, sitting in front of her son.
"Daddy." Jingtao looked at his mother with a grievance.
"What's the matter? Do you miss your dad?" Seeing the pitiful expression on her son's face, Fang Xiu felt a little bitter. She had been with him for so long, and his dad had only spent a few days with him. How come he could miss him so much after only two days of not seeing him?